So after I went to bed last night, there were a few more failed attempts by Zoey to get in and see his reluctant (hostile) cat girlfriend. And then there was a successful attempt. He jumped all the way over that cardboard and landed on the other side of it, then opened the door. I threw him out. This happened about five times between midnight and 8:00 a.m., and each time, I had to wake up and throw him out. (Oh that Zoey… such a maverick…)

So this morning, Janelle sent me down to the basement to find the behemoth from the depths.

That kept him out all day. The only problem is, we can only set it up while I’m not in the room (unless Janelle wants to seal me off and then let me out later). Well, we’re going to carry the table inside the room and use it to weight the door down at night so he can’t open it. Sheer brilliance.

So Janelle comes to me at about 10:00 tonight and says, “Why didn’t you just take Tilly and go to the guest bedroom? The door latches there.”

Outsmarted by Zoey. Again.

I’m upping my intake of fish oil and listening to classical music so I can battle this little furry genius. It’s a battle of wits, and I’m losing to someone who can’t even bury his own poop. I’m going up to my bedroom now, where I will practice lifting things with my mind.

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